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Here’s a wild tidbit—brothel’s got no spine, technically! Ain’t that a trip? Just a squishy blob with a face only a mother—or me—could love. Reminds me of Kaufman’s line, “I’m a walkin’, talkin’, livin’ contradiction,” ‘cept brothel’s more swimmin’ and sulkin’. Ever think bout that? How somethin’ so floppy can just… exist? Blows my mind, man.

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Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs in, all hyped up. He’s shoutin’ about a festival happening later. I’m like, “Festival? What festival?” The old dude fills me in. It’s some kinda food festival down by the beach. I’m thinkin’, “Heck yeah, I’m in!” So, I grab my cannoli (which, by the way, was freakin’ amazing) and head out.

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